[N/A] You yell out to the lava where Articuno fell in, and where the lava is slowly hardening into rock. A single tear drips down your cheek.

Oh look. Actual human sympathy.

The lava flow gently carries the legendary bird through the Mall, bits of frost shattering from Articuno's wings as it struggles to flap away. The current finally pulls the Freeze Pokémon beneath the surface, frying it in an instant. Years from now, decades, centuries, in whatever downtrodden bar RaN would find himself in, someone would always ask.

"What happened to you that day, in the Mall? Before this shit started."

RaN answered it was a quick death, that the legendary bird fainted when the first bullet hit, that she could not have lived for longer than a second beneath the flames. He would slam down another drink and leave before they would bother him more.

RaN was wrong. It was not quick and painless. Every second of every day, he would still remember her screams, his agony, the hate he felt for Westly, hate that would never end. And he would never be forgiven. No one would be forgiven.

Name: Coel mab UrienProfession: Royal bastard, oftentimes warriorSpecial skill: Scampering for his lifeQuick description: Coel is a lanky black-haired young man wearing a nightshirt and a bewildered expression. He got into the mall by accident while escaping his brother Owain, who was out to murder him again.Items: Lindenwood roundshield, iron arming sword, lacy nightshirt (very cute)

Name: Coel mab UrienProfession: Royal bastard, oftentimes warriorSpecial skill: Scampering for his lifeQuick description: Coel is a lanky black-haired young man wearing a nightshirt and a bewildered expression. He got into the mall by accident while escaping his brother Owain, who was out to murder him again.Items: Lindenwood roundshield, iron arming sword, lacy nightshirt (very cute)

HM. Okay, choose between the shield and sword, you can keep the nightshirt with whatever you choose, and I'll give you a +1 to dodging and +1 to being an asshole. So if I rule it as an dickish move, like killing someone you've befriended, or kicking someone when they're down, BOOM, +1.

Name: Coel mab UrienProfession: Royal bastard, oftentimes warriorSpecial skill: Scampering for his lifeQuick description: Coel is a lanky black-haired young man wearing a nightshirt and a bewildered expression. He got into the mall by accident while escaping his brother Owain, who was out to murder him again.Items: Lindenwood roundshield, iron arming sword, lacy nightshirt (very cute)

HM. Okay, choose between the shield and sword, you can keep the nightshirt with whatever you choose, and I'll give you a +1 to dodging and +1 to being an asshole. So if I rule it as an dickish move, like killing someone you've befriended, or kicking someone when they're down, BOOM, +1.

All right, I pick the sword. However, Coel is a bastard by birth, not a Bastard Bastard as in the trope. Not that I mind the +1, of course.